Short Trundle Poems

Short Trundle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trundle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trundle by length and keyword.


Eating a Great Grundel

Eating A Great Grundel

While we were eating a great grundel,
Saw terribe big bed  that is a trundle;
Seemed so sweet;
Money did meet;
Underneath we found a big bundle. 

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Transitional Tears

Transitional Tears A r d u o u s day, both sunny and gloomy. the payment sought — a trundle of great worth. My tender eyes in t r a n s i t i o n a l tears — the dew of pink and blue as I give b i r t h. 6/7/2018
Form: Rhyme

Defeat

DEFEAT

Out of the waves they come.
Helmeted army of crabs
Trundle over the perfect pools 
Of starfish and periwinkle,
Murking up the sandy bottom
Of their foxholes, 
Armoured claws testing each mollusk for food,
Sidling up to my toes
In marauding hunger.
I retreat  inland,
Allowing them their beachhead.

A Dead In the Life

From claggy Bedders and Hornets hump,
From Cordell, Laws and Radar.
We trundle merry like a thump
To see Fab Adies sock.

In hoodie cloves and clippy breeze;
In Disco Dave we pledge.
I chortle like a tuneless wheeze
To see Bad Adie rock!

On Kunterblanche we make our name,
A pallet one and all,
Then Turb into myself again
To see Mad Adies frock.
Form: Rhyme

New Poem Today

trundle out your weary poem
dust it off and polish it up
its going to be one those days
it wont trend
it wont get a bunch of thumbs up
but it'll be a nice piece
worth reading
worth believing
so run up the hardware to top speed
get that pen going  
give it your best shot
today is another day
and this is a new poem to reflect the new man you've become
this is a new start
on a fresh page
so get your game face on
and write that poem for me
© Mark Junor  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Revenant

Dank darkness was always settled around. It was all I knew of the near universe. Stale, stifling, suffocating in my broken and spilt trundle leaving bitter, morbidly clammy earth enshrouding my body and being. A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps. Slivers of light split the filthy floor, crawled over ornate catafalque, and continued its approach, like winter's blinding ice, to my exposed bones. Warming flesh grew and coursed with new - life blood.
Form: Etheree

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